I remember one Easter when my son was about the same age (based on size) as your boy here. We were driving to a relatives for a brunch. After a late night Easter vigil service, we had gotten up late and did our “hunting” so he never had breakfast before we had to rush out. We heard crunching in the backseat. My poor son was so hungry he was chomping a hardboiled egg with the shell on it! Oh, I do hate that I will never earn the title of Mom of the Year… LOL! ~~Emmly Jane @ Unconditional love with a few conditions